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Origami Legend

The surrealist painters often took portions of each others paintings they liked and expanded on them, rearranged things, took ideas and ran with them. Basically, they riffed off of each other. My friend Alan, whose fine literary blog is here, took my Catacombs poem and did something similar. I love it as a response to the original, especially his use of much of the original language:

Origami legend!
Matador,
take cape in hand,
sweep the dirt.
Bull horn,
Moon horn.
No jumping out of the way.
Filled with turpentine
and salt brine …
We are the skeletons in our closets.

Catacombs

entering into legend
like an origami bull
is much different
than entering into life

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to leave a light behind
begin by sipping
little bits of moon brine

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ham and oysters
and turpentine words
in a crayon miasma–
a matador makes a mistake

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most house skeletons
become bone slides
in time